Roc Marciano - Stop Me lyrics

Straight like that, play the bat, fade to black The game lay flat, pull a lame name out the hat Take em off the map, eat his food and get fat f** a buck 50, give him a 3.60, erase his history I'm hard like a taste of whiskey, move like a gipsy In a blue king vivid, pull out the dub hippy You too iffy, I'm sickness skippy, I'm sticky Choose b**h too picky Keep it sour, respect the shooter, inside your head it's your register sooner Maneuver, it might turn up to be a tumor, the radiation came from the computer Gun in the case, replace the toolbox The hook realer consumer like toner 10 chucks, the cold got me held up in the cobra clutch It's tough, ivish to trust, Egyptian mush, shoot outs and dusk Winds gust with thrust, knock your b**h I'm a cluts, sorry Armani tux, mami rock the body glove I snuck the shottie in the club, but it's all love Stop me baby, that logo raw Stop me baby, that logo raw Knock your f**ing head off n***a, let's get em Stand in the halls with the fiends Serving saltine bling queen Philippine These are morphine dreams, and the flat screen machines No books, just magazines Lights, cameras, nights at the copa cabana I'm no obama, my name's on the banner, b**h For how I use grammar, the cayenne come with the scrambler The lame n***as gave the game cancer Carver till my face album on my pogo With 2 bad hoes can ... beat the p**y brutal Kick the poodle, body like a fitness guru She kiss the ring fot the king approval Ah, tracking vocals that's a black opal Million dollar gun twist noodles The disposal, gold revolver, code of honor, bad karma Still cops playing in Santa Barbra Bare handed, we'll pull them all in out the harbor Did it in ... my b**h do what I taught her, breathe underwater The key order rock 3 quarter, a good pimp should never have to lay a finger on her